Feb 27, 2012


Am I your latest captive,
waiting for you to love me,
waiting for you to care?

Do you laugh when I walk away?
Find joy in my sorrow,
when you look around
at all the whores in line?
Do you think of me then?

Toss me aside when you
no longer need me.
I am you old rag doll
used up and dirty
from things you never told me.

The truth of your confidence
lies in your conquests,
filth in the bottom of the sink.
You laugh it off.
Like angel dust,
it all just goes to your head.

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